A Train In the Distance
A TRAIN IN THE DISTANCE
This morning
I heard the long, moaning sound
Of a train in the distance
Moving past town.
If only it could carry me away.
And I thought in this instance
Of the folly of resistance
To the darkness that continues
To blight my soul.
A few days of relief
From the constant grief,
And then back it creeps
From its deep dark hole.
It has come for me
Like a familiar friend,
Though I've told him over and over again
This relationship has got to end,
He just smiles at me with a devilish grin,
It's time for a spell of eternal lostness again.
Again I hear
The long, moaning sound
Of the train in the distance
Moving past town.
If only that train could carry me away.
But there have been changes
In my sad ideation,
By no means elation,
But better than hell.
A new medication,
Insight from a book,
A call from a friend,
Relief for a spell.
Happiness for me?
How can it be?
Is this how it feels
At last to be free?
Perhaps it was the prayer of repentance,
But somehow now that seems odd,
That I should be sorry for my own pain,
As if somehow it offends God.
That train has long since passed this town,
No longer do I hear its long, groaning sound,
But as the dark clouds begin to cover the day,
I wish that train had carried me away.
Wounded Healer
Submitted 8/24/09
Written 10/21/08
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